Cleo has waged a war on the holidays. She doesn't like to go outside when it is -2 degrees (neither do I) and makes her point by limping pathetically when we have walked too far (her paws are fine, she is just being a drama queen). The other day I came home and she had found an empty carton of eggnogg and torn it to piece right in the middle of the living room. Today I put up lights around the big living room window. She got terribly offended because I moved her bed which typically sits next to the window, and then just for fun I set the lights on her. The face she gave me looked like I had just defiled the graves of all of her grandparents and then ate all her dog food.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Holiday Cheer...Or Not
Cleo has waged a war on the holidays. She doesn't like to go outside when it is -2 degrees (neither do I) and makes her point by limping pathetically when we have walked too far (her paws are fine, she is just being a drama queen). The other day I came home and she had found an empty carton of eggnogg and torn it to piece right in the middle of the living room. Today I put up lights around the big living room window. She got terribly offended because I moved her bed which typically sits next to the window, and then just for fun I set the lights on her. The face she gave me looked like I had just defiled the graves of all of her grandparents and then ate all her dog food.
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